Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.